Sitting down on my bed, very quiet and alone and all I hear are fireworks in the distance. The wonderful day where everyone goes to the park and celebrates the arrival of daffodils. It’s the Daffodil Festival at Hubbard Park and anyone and everyone is there; teens, adults, children. Rides, shows, and food, it’s a minnie amusement park. Everyone celebrates the time when they know that Spring is here, a good family fun-filled time. And sometimes not so fun. Either way, I sit here and listen to the non-stop boom of TNT while trying to work on getting my psychology assignment done in time to submit it. Yet, I can’t help but think of a time when everything seemed so innocent. When life didn’t seem as busy or confusing. There was a time where I didn’t care what people thought about me and I was determined to do what I wanted to do and when I wanted to do it and no one could tell me otherwise. Somehow, somewhere, it all stopped and changed. Responsibility became my best friend and busyness became my secret enemy, it was like a sickness, or a malignant cancer that spread quickly. Yet, I was caught and entangled in it with no way out. And so the boom of the fireworks that I was hearing has now become the pounding in my head. A fatigue filled body, weak and mentally exhausted. The past few months and weeks have been daunting. The trials of life have left me somewhat discouraged and unworthy. The words “Give Up” have been knocking at the door of my heart and it hurts from all the knocking it’s been doing. It no longer is a knocking but a persistent bang, like that of the fireworks. And I sometimes fear that my heart won’t be able to take that beating anymore forcing me to “Give Up!” It’s funny how when things happen and it seems overwhelming we just want to toss in the towel and call it a day. But as much as I want to I guess I just wasn’t built for that. I’m fighting it through. The funny thing is that God has been knocking too, just not as hard. And sometimes I wonder why. Is He giving up on me? I don’t think so, because I know that He who began a good work in me will finish it as the word says. So why is it such a small knock? Maybe it’s because right now I’m focused too much on the situations that the persistent bang is much bigger than God’s knock. The situation wants to hurt my heart and beat it to death and God wants only to bring healing and life. There is still hope and so I continue to stand on God’s promises. God’s knock is the knock of hope and it’s the one that says “Don’t You Give Up, because you are created in My image and likeness. I‘ve never given up, I have never left you nor forsaken you, therefore I didn’t create you to give up. It’s simply not in you. Now Get up and go forward.” When we are discouraged, God becomes THE Encourager. When we are weak, God becomes THE strength. When we are sad, God becomes THE joy. When we cry,who catches our tears? The word STAND comes to mind. Stand like a soldier armed and prepared for battle, because times that are hard are going to come. There is no stopping it, but are we a tree swaying back and forth with the wind, ready to be uprooted or are we a fortress made out of rock able to withstand any storm or the persistent boom of fireworks? That’s where you decide. Whose knock are you willing to open to?